Moors Warriors Novels & Stories

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

I demand, then begin my walk over to their leader, Morris. The Moraders are another MC whom we used to work with when we ran guns and drugs. When I came to prospect with the Warriors, Austin had explained to me what happened with his father, and how we are no longer dealing or running guns. Instead we would be using our legitimate businesses to make profit, leaving the gun and drug running to our old rival the Road Kings MC. Their leader, Snake, was the one that put together this meeting. "You Chance?" The leader walks forward and lifts his hand for me to shake.

What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the face of danger But it was her bravery in one particular battle that would change her life forever…. During the Battle against snow pack… The battle was against a pack of rogue werewolves who had been causing chaos and destruction in neighboring territories of the Moon Kingdom. Zemo, who was just the young promising prince at that time, had led the charge into battle, and Althea had been one of the warriors under his command. The battle had been fierce, and the rogue pack had put up a tough fight. Multiple causalities had been on both sides and it seemed that the Snow Pack was not ready to give up in this fight either…

But, these Golden Garrisons of the Moore family were even more perverse and depraved. At the moment, more fighters of the Tyr Summers’ camp had fallen in pools of blood. The Golden Garrisons of the Moore family courage mounted as the battle progressed. On the contrary, the warriors of the Jones family had just begun to show signs of weakness.

One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry. The Black Moon Warriors were stunned and scared at the same time. They could feel that another force was at play and that it was fighting with them, not against them. As quickly as the shadows sucked and killed the rogues the warriors got the upper hand. It was not long before they killed all those that were on the border.

“It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before. Ashmoor and Moonshadow both have impressive militaries, but… nothing like this.” And it was true. Moonshadow had one of the larger militaries in the territories, but there were more warriors in this room alone than I had seen even in battle. There were some very young warriors too, perhaps no older than seventeen, and they were battling viciously on one of the mats with a ferocity that even Ashmoor’s most seasoned fighters didn’t possess. It was impressive. And a little frightening, if I was being honest. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” I admitted, “but I didn’t expect a pack in hiding to have such well-trained warriors.”

The link was silent, as often happened when there was a flurry of action to keep too many from sending in. Finally, the warrior assigned to Moira’s team called in. They had destroyed the remaining four from the other two squads. It took less than two minutes and not a single one of them was even touched. Bo and Jessica were both forced into submission. Adrian’s head snapped up and he noted the devastated look on Marta’s face. She had the advantage in leaders this year with three of the six squads being led by brawlers. Now there was one and he was setting up a basecamp on the edge of the river. As Moira’s squad’s movements were reported, all eyes were on the map. They were circling closer to

he heard someone bellow furiously, and he felt another attack coming towards his back. Behind Ye Mo stood a warrior that looked way too large and hairy to be considered human, rock hard muscles bulging underneath its soft leather armor. Ye Mo’s body moved on its own, perfectly receiving the enemy’s sword as he parried the attack. He was bewildered by what was happening, but he wasn’t in a good position to worry about useless thoughts when his life could be reaped the moment he lost concentration. It was as if he was born to battle. Slash! Stab! Stab! Stab!

“You sound so sure.” I nodded. “Because I am. Aaron and Giovanni are known as Mallory's back bone and they're worth the hype," I smiled proudly. "They are the best warriors I’ve ever known." Derek nodded in agreement. Worden may have played his game well, but he underestimated who he was up against. He thinks he’s dealing with the same Mallory from years ago, but he has no idea the strength we’ve built.” Derek exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Even with that, war is never predictable. The moment we go after his spies and disrupt his plans, he’ll retaliate. We need to be prepared for anything.”

She smiled as she took the two packages from her without being able to slow as the commander was still all but dragging her along. When they came outside, the two stately cars were waiting, each with a warrior standing at the open door and one behind the wheel, along with an SUV ahead of each of them filled with more warriors. Moira came rushing out of the kitchen with two large coolers. “These are for the warriors, Gemma.” “Thank you again, Moira.” She smiled gratefully as she attempted to shuffle the packages in her hand to grab the large coolers. “Leave it.” The commander ordered and she turned to him indignantly. “Moira is a wolf; those coolers will break your back.” He muttered low